I wake abruptly, my breath jagged and heart racing, my mouth stale, and I know immediately that's it. I'm awake. The more I want to be oblivious, the less I can be. Life and light will not let me be.

I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that

To have my hopes raised and dashed again, it's like cold steel twisting in my gut.

I'm well aware that there is no job more important than that of raising a child, but the problem is that it isn't valued.

A tiding of magpies: One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told

I want to drag knives over my skin, just so that I can feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough to do that.

Life and light will not let me be.

I sit there on the floor with the picture in front of me and think about how things get broken all the time by accident, and how sometimes you just don't get round to getting them fixed.

I have lost control over everything, even the places in my head.

So who do I want to be tomorrow?

Let's be honest: women are still only really valued for two things--their looks and their role as mothers. I'm not beautiful, and I can't have kids, so what does that make me? Worthless.

She was strangely unaware that she could look and see freshly for herself, as she wrote, without primary regard for what had been said before.

I love graduation speeches. I have always loved them I will always love them.

Most women set out to try to change a man, and when they have changed him they do not like him.

I am very lucky in that I can eat what I want and don't have to follow any special diet.

I had a number of teachers who hated me. I didn't do well in school.

It seems to never occur to fools that merit and good fortune are closely united.

If you've got to get fired, it's really fabulous to get fired with a friend.

Liberty is the right to choose. Freedom is the result of the right choice.

Pedigree and ancestry and what we ourselves have not achieved, I scarcely recognize as our own.

If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.